The setting: Our living room, where Sean and Duncan are folding laundry under my supervision.
I’m nagging at the kids to get the job done. No getting distracted, I tell them. No complaining. Just get the chore done.
Sean: “Dad, is this your OCD acting up?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Sean: “You insisting that we get this done right now. Are you having an OCD moment?”
Me: “No. If I were having an OCD moment, I’d get off this couch and finish folding the laundry myself, and I’d be crazy over it because I had to jump in and do it. In this case, I’m making you guys finish the job, and I’m nagging because you two will get distracted otherwise. Then I’ll have to keep staring at the pile of clothes on the floor.”
Sean: “I wish you were having an OCD moment.”
